This month it’s been sports, sports, sports, sports, sports. The end of some sports, the continuation of others, and the beginning of more. It has had us in a bit of a tizzy, with not much time to rest between outings. But deep down in my gut I know all the flurry is worth the trouble.

My sweet Bella had a report to present this week. While most of the class did theirs on Puppies, pop stars, and modern day pop culture icons, my kid did hers on Jackie Robinson. I didn’t even know she knew who he was.

Again, Bella hit the ball out of the ballpark (like how I did that?) and made her First Reconciliation ( you know – where you go sit in a booth next to a priest and confess your sins) and she wasn’t even worried or scared. She sat and looked at the priest face to face. I’ve never been brave enough to do that. . but then again I’m sure her sins aren’t as bad as mine.

Every year for the Super Bowl we all wonder where the heck we are going to watch the game.

The year the Bowl came to Houston, all our friends sat together in my husband’s old neighborhood munching on Brownies, wings, and popping our eyes out of our head as Justin Timberlake ripped Janet Jackson’s shirt the mess off.

Usually the children are running around the house completely involved in their own worlds, as the parents take their seats in the Den surrounded by yummy food, laughter, and tales of Jr. High Football upsets.